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Sep. 27th, 2005 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lprovenYou wait for ages, then two come along at once.
Why was I reading The Independent on Sunday, you might well ask.
Well, because I was on a train back from Cornwall with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_major. Why had I been in Cornwall?
Surfing!
bootpunk convened a bunch of fourteen London goth types to go fooling around in the waves in Newquay and it was absolutely marvelous.
We took an overnight train down there on Thursday, leaving most of us severely sleep-deprived on arrival on Friday morning. I snatched 1½h of sleep and managed to miss everyone else heading off for beginners' lessons, so Clara & I went down to the local beach in our swimming cossies - topped off with a wetsuit, in her case - and mucked around in the shallows. It wasn't really cold at all -tamaranth will readily assert that I am a complete wuss when it comes to really cold seas - and I throroughly enjoyed myself.
Saturday, I was up at 8:30 for breakfast then off to Watergate Beach for some formal lessons. Yes, folks, this is the new, fit, healthy, outdoorsy Liam. Incredible but true.
After one day's training I was just about able to hang on to a board while lying flat on my face and actually catch some waves. I managed it about four or five times and it's astonishingly exhilarating. I kept falling off my board even lying prone, so I wasn't about to even try standing up, but some others managed to get to their feet, at least briefly. I'm sure I sawnils up there once before he disappeared base-over-apex in a cloud of spray, and that's not a sight I ever thought to witness.
In mid-afternoon I managed to nearly yank off the ring finger of my left hand by getting it entangled in the leash of my board, and by the evening it had swollen to the width of a sausage and was turning bluey-purple, so that was the end of my board riding for the weekend, especially as Clara had to be back by Sunday night for college on Monday. So we abandoned the crew and made our way home alone on Sunday afternoon. However, that was only injury I received, apart from general stiffness and soreness from unfamiliar exertions, which puts surfing a long way ahead of snowboarding on the pain front.
I wanna do that again!
Oh, yeah, and I pretty much thrashed all comers at table football in Vic's Bars.
Cheap weekend, too, although even so it's left my credit card nearly maxed out, so I might not be doing much for a week or two.
My thanks to CJ for getting it off the ground and to the soon-to-be-wed Sam for organizing it!
It's been a good late Summer, actually. Since Download, there was Infest up in Bradford, staying chez Mosh (blog feed but as I've reverted to a freebie A/C I can't syndicate it). That was a hoot, if not quite as much fun as last year - fewer friends of mine there and I was sober (up until Sunday night when three solid days in a industrial/goth nightclub with real ale at students' union prices got to me.) And there was Worldcon - big post coming soon on that, after the article's been published in Mostly Harmless.
And, of course, there's Clara, who has made the whole of life much brighter and shinier and sillier and a lot more fun.
Why was I reading The Independent on Sunday, you might well ask.
Well, because I was on a train back from Cornwall with
the_major. Why had I been in Cornwall? Surfing!
bootpunk convened a bunch of fourteen London goth types to go fooling around in the waves in Newquay and it was absolutely marvelous. We took an overnight train down there on Thursday, leaving most of us severely sleep-deprived on arrival on Friday morning. I snatched 1½h of sleep and managed to miss everyone else heading off for beginners' lessons, so Clara & I went down to the local beach in our swimming cossies - topped off with a wetsuit, in her case - and mucked around in the shallows. It wasn't really cold at all -
tamaranth will readily assert that I am a complete wuss when it comes to really cold seas - and I throroughly enjoyed myself.Saturday, I was up at 8:30 for breakfast then off to Watergate Beach for some formal lessons. Yes, folks, this is the new, fit, healthy, outdoorsy Liam. Incredible but true.
After one day's training I was just about able to hang on to a board while lying flat on my face and actually catch some waves. I managed it about four or five times and it's astonishingly exhilarating. I kept falling off my board even lying prone, so I wasn't about to even try standing up, but some others managed to get to their feet, at least briefly. I'm sure I saw
nils up there once before he disappeared base-over-apex in a cloud of spray, and that's not a sight I ever thought to witness.In mid-afternoon I managed to nearly yank off the ring finger of my left hand by getting it entangled in the leash of my board, and by the evening it had swollen to the width of a sausage and was turning bluey-purple, so that was the end of my board riding for the weekend, especially as Clara had to be back by Sunday night for college on Monday. So we abandoned the crew and made our way home alone on Sunday afternoon. However, that was only injury I received, apart from general stiffness and soreness from unfamiliar exertions, which puts surfing a long way ahead of snowboarding on the pain front.
I wanna do that again!
Oh, yeah, and I pretty much thrashed all comers at table football in Vic's Bars.
Cheap weekend, too, although even so it's left my credit card nearly maxed out, so I might not be doing much for a week or two.
My thanks to CJ for getting it off the ground and to the soon-to-be-wed Sam for organizing it!
It's been a good late Summer, actually. Since Download, there was Infest up in Bradford, staying chez Mosh (blog feed but as I've reverted to a freebie A/C I can't syndicate it). That was a hoot, if not quite as much fun as last year - fewer friends of mine there and I was sober (up until Sunday night when three solid days in a industrial/goth nightclub with real ale at students' union prices got to me.) And there was Worldcon - big post coming soon on that, after the article's been published in Mostly Harmless.
And, of course, there's Clara, who has made the whole of life much brighter and shinier and sillier and a lot more fun.
